The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mud on the border road was thick enough to swallow a boot, and Elias pulled his legs through it with the slow, grinding patience of a man whose joints had begun to grind themselves into dust. He was thirty-two, but his spine felt older, a stack of wet stones that ached whenever the rain turned cold. He carried nothing but a worn leather satchel and a small, iron-bound pouch that held the...

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